Ten years ago, I walked into the swamps of Arkansas to find a ghost — and perhaps some redemption for wildlife ... and for us.
Such elegant displays. Such ruthless opportunism. Find it now in sweet hardwoods near you.
Greetings from Planet Earth on its day of recognition and celebration (which in my life is every day).
Meet me in Waitsfield Friday night, April 22 (Earth Day), for amazing tales from the frontiers of migration. And have a look at where we human fit in a new "tree of life."
Meet me at Thetford Academy this Thursday, April 14, at 7PM to explore the frontiers of the American backyard — and beyond.
This thing has already begun to appear here in Vermont. Name it and be eligible to win neither fame nor fortune.
Meet me and two artists for a panel discussion at the Shelburne Museum on Friday about art and winter here in Vermont.
A moth of summer came visiting here in Montpelier yesterday. Its provenance I do not know. But it is nonetheless a sparkle for the changing season.
Pity the brown creeper. A prisoner of the forest, the creeper seems unable to escape the gravitational pull of the tree trunk on which it creeps, ever upward, gleaning insects, spiders, and their eggs along the way. Or might it, actually, fly free and far?